After sending Han Yuanba away, Lin Rui sat in the main hall of his mansion, silently staring at several photos sent by Wang Tianwu.
He wondered why the East Abyss would engage in astrology. He clearly had no intention of dealing with this hot potato, yet East Abyss forced him to take it in hand.
This item was somewhat useful to Lin Rui, but not extremely so.
He was already a person of the Abyss, having grasped the concept of Abyss Power, and he was not eager about the idea of conceptualizing Martial Intent.
"What has happened?"
Lin Xi sat beside him, her expression filled with suspicion as she asked, "Brother, how did you get hurt so badly? And why is the entire city under martial law today?"
Ever since Luo Wangshu brought Lin Rui home, she had been inquiring about the cause and details of the incident.